Congratulations: you’re about to wear springtime New England. You’re about to put a New Haven racquet
club on your body. In short: you’re about to bathe in a giant sea of Gant-iness. And it’s going to be
wonderful.

Filing cabinets from 1917 decked out with pocket squares and a rainbow’s worth of socks. A vintage
schoolhouse table with blue-and-red-checked shorts. Baker’s racks with red pinpoint oxford button-downs on
them. It’s all present and accounted for.

So there you go. Get the hell in there. Pluck some handsomeness off one of those pipes on the wall and let
someone hand you a beer. It’s all in the name of making a proper spring comeback.